This is a song about "Sam cook"

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

But she's a good cook and supporter

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

We never tattle, let god handle that

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

No it ain't easy

Tko sam ja, sta si ti